Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 417: The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and Mars struck the Great Sage

Bonebreaker Saraka always keeps his word. When almost all the greenskin warships left the greenskin forging world called Oxtar, Taylor completely lost the possibility of a void war.

In other words, Saraka the Bonebreaker forced Taylor to deal with the Zerg on the ground.

But frankly speaking, as an outsider, Taylor cannot rule the beast herd. Fortunately, the Blood Axe boys under his command are all big and strong, and they have enough food and water.

At the same time, most of the greenskins who were not taken away by Bonebreaker Saraka were underdeveloped. They were originally just doing logistical work, but now they can finally take action.

However, before those guys could get rid of the tedious logistical work and boring carrying work, they were captured by a large group of Blood Axe boys and forced to wear uniform and clean military uniforms and eat human food.

For the greenskins, this is probably the most torturous situation in the world, but it is out of fascination for the muscular and big greenskins who follow Taylor.

The most important thing is that their fists can always suppress those guys, so they soon constructed a new state of war that is different from the style of Bonebreaker Saraka.

Especially the changes to the fart spirits always go too smoothly. After hearing that they can rest after completing the target, those oppressed green creatures always burst into abnormal productivity.

But damn, there are opponents, but in most cases Taylor can immediately send those guys to the ranch to make compost to provide enough nutrition for the mushrooms and Squigglemon.

Of course, composting means burying them as material.

In the bloody and hilarious half month, Taylor stabilized his power, but he also realized that with the current efficiency, no matter how much production he did, it would be impossible to accumulate enough greenskins in a short time.

Even if all the guys at present were cut into pieces and placed in the most fertile soil, the only ones that would crawl out would be new recruits who knew nothing.

By then, they can only serve as lunch, dinner, or even brunch and late-night snacks for the insect swarm.

Taylor certainly understood this truth. To deal with insects, elite troops and tactics were always the most important, so he allocated a considerable number of troops to train those undisciplined guys.

Digging trenches, preparing defenses, tactical thinking and special training, and of course special training on information about the Zerg is also a thing.

But even if we follow the same method, it would be too difficult to turn those guys into independent weapons of war in three months.

Taylor was almost scratching his head about this. He didn't want to go to war with a bunch of new recruits.

Taylor suddenly thought that they could try to conduct battlefield exercises with each other. Although it was a waste of time to produce blank bullets, the greenskins were thick-skinned and tough. They only needed to change the explosive shells into ordinary bullets and remove the pointed tips to ensure that they would not be fatal.

The cost is not high, the biggest problem is how to convince those stupid things that they are "shot" and cannot move.

Fortunately, dyed Squigs have been used by the Greenskins for tens of thousands of years. As long as the body fluids of those creatures are put into the projectile and the bullet head is padded with soft stuff, things will be normal.

The same operation can be applied to artillery shells, by replacing the explosives with dyes. Although it cannot guarantee absolute safety, it is enough to make the greenskins happy fighting.

The same goes for bayonets and chainswords. Although the feel and shooting trajectory will be different, Taylor doesn't think it's unacceptable given the almost non-existent accuracy of the greenskins.

In this way, the fart monsters with full firepower and the greenskins who practice every day, the greenskins who perform well in battle will also normally become greenskin leaders, but the efficiency is far less than that in a normal war.

In general, after teaching those things the most basic rules of the game.

After they finally figured out that the only thing they had to do in this game was to color the opponent to win and gain admiration, especially the various beautiful badges that the winner would receive as rewards.

Such exercises soon became the most important goal, and in order to achieve good results, the greenskins also used all kinds of wonderful tricks.

But most people still don’t know that an uninvited guest will come here today.

An old Martian warship arrived here by chance when Taylor dispatched the Imperial warship to scout the surrounding star areas.

It could be for ancient relics, it could be for the technological legacy of human civilization, or it could be for needed supplies.

When several research ships began to land, the situation became obvious.

Inside the research vessels, a massive mechanical sage lowered its head, analyzing the measurements of landmarks. Nearby, a young and intelligent humanist spoke.

"Belisarius, this planet is ruled by orcs."

"I don't recommend going forward, and I don't recommend landing."

The mechanical sage named Belisarius answered.

"Friedrich 86, my friend, you forget."

"The Zerg just retreated. Even if the Greenskins had more troops, they couldn't defeat those monsters so quickly."

"It's clear this place has been completely destroyed. My experiment requires finding ancient human remains here to locate the location of the Ring World."

"I bet the cruise has already reached this system, and all we need is a bit of luck."

The mortal named Friedrich replied, "I don't think that's right. It's like you bringing me back from ten thousand years ago."

"There are some things we are destined not to touch, including the ancient relics on the Ring World."

"And you awakened me from my long sleep, trampled upon life, and began to search for such alien technology..."

"Are you still my friend, Belisarius Cawl?"

But Kaur simply said with satisfaction, "The soul resemblance is very high. You are almost him."

Friedrich 86 retorted. "I am who I am!"

But now, Cawl chanted, "Activate analysis mode, 86."

At this moment, the good friend immediately uttered a mechanical electronic voice and read out a long list of degrees.

After listening to the report, Kaul immediately realized that something was wrong.

The air here is rich and filled with biomass, and it is obviously not what it looked like after being plundered by a swarm of insects.

When he saw a huge ruined fortress out of the corner of his eye, the flaws and adjacent gun ports made Kaul's heart sink.

But the more he looked at those cannons and anti-aircraft vehicles, the more they looked like orbital weapons and Hydra tanks produced on Mars.

Kohl was almost tired of seeing the chassis of the Chimera armored vehicle. Although he would not get involved in those things, he was far from unfamiliar with them.

But when the bullets whistled towards him, Kohl's transport plane's engine was destroyed and it began to stumble and fall...

And something quickly spread among the greenskins.

That means a mechanical shrimp came from the sky!

　There are only two chapters left.

　　Because I've married a rich woman. I'm going to BJ to see her this week. Her income is 10 times mine, and it's stable. She's also younger than me.

　　In short, I'm going to play with steel wool, or the kind that just eats soft rice...

　　Please ask in the group for details.

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